Gotten My Cute Asian Ass Kidnapped – BDSM


Hi. My name is Alice. Im a 20-year-old Chines American girl, working as a secretary in at a big law firm in New York, Im short, with a flat tummy but good curves.

I have big pretty Asian eyes, and very straight black hair, with the bangs cut straight across my forehead. My round hips, big perky boobs, and pert little ass draw plenty of attention from my coworkers and men on the streets. I’ve at all times been told I have very big boobies for an Asian girl.

Im fond of short skirts, tights, garter belts, high heals, and low cut tops. In high college, I was the one at all times getting called into the principles’ office because of my short skirts.

Frankly I like the attention, it makes me excited to turn men on, and then shut them down. Other girls call me a tease but I dont care.

I get a real sense of power when I tease them, with tight little work skirts and blouses. I like to let a bit of my lace bra poke out of my bulging shirt, or a flash of my matching panties show “accidentally” when I cross my slim legs, or bend over the copier. I want them to know exactly what I would look like in my undies. It makes my tight pussy wet, knowing the fat lecherous creeps I work with, are going home and jerking off my to pretty little Asian body.

I give it to my boss the worst. Mr. Smith is a fat, balding, white, recently divorced attorney. In his early 50s, he’s old enough to be my dad. He has the biggest crush on me, and I just cannot help leading him on. Even though Im not a very good worker, he’s told me countless times, he could never get by without his, “beautiful oriental secretary”. I even get paid more than any of the other secretaries, even though I only started a few months back.

As his personal secretary, Im in his presence all day, its so boring, I take the opportunity to flaunt my sexy figure as much as I can. I discover things to pick up, so I can bend over and wiggle my rip butt at him.

Constantly I catch Mr. Smith, peeking at my big boobs, legs, or rump, but I just bat my long eyelashes, pucker my pouty lips, and flirt with my pretty slanted eyes. I never let him touch me or take me out for a date though. He’s begged me to let him take me out many times, so I know Im driving him nuts.

I even know for a fact that he jerks off to me…

As his secretary Im often on the old man’s lap top, and he’s not very good at covering his search histories. Search after search for “Asian Girls”, “Asian Sluts”, “Asian School Girls”, “Japanese Rope Bondage”, “Asian Slaves”, “Geisha Girls” and even “Asian Secretaries”. The girls he liked all look just like me.

I’d even tease him, hinting about his fetish. I’d joke that if I made too many mistakes he might have to tie me up and spank me. Even going so far as to call myself his “Little Geisha Secretary” sometimes when serving him his cup of coffee.

Finally, one day, Mr. Smith asked me out for a drink and I couldn’t say no. It was his 49th birthday, and I felt it might be a poor career move to say no.

So on a Friday evening after work, I let him take me away in his big Lincoln. We pulled up to an exclusive club, and he escorted me to a back booth. All I remember after that point was Mr. Smith handing me a big fruity cocktail and taking a drink. After that it was nothing, he must have put something in my drink.

When I came to, I didn’t know where I was or what had happened. I awoke, in my matching bra and panties, laying on my tummy, on a big bed in a fine home. I tried to scream, only to discover, a big pink ball gag stuffed between my pouty lips. When I tried to move I soon discovered I was bound hand and foot.

In fact, I was bound more than just hand and foot, there was role all over my pale little body. I was tied at the ankles and wrists, above and below the knees, at the thighs, and my elbows were joined.

Squirming face down, I realized my tits were aching, and looking down at my chest I soon saw why. My breasts had been pulled out of their bra, and been put in a kind of rope harness. The tight cords dug in, squeezing and shoving my already lushes tittes out even further. On top of that, each boob had been bound very tightly with a thin rope that cut into the skin. I was horrified to see my pale boobies terribly swollen, and turning a light purple color. With my nipples sticking out, hey were so big and sensitive, it really hurt to lay on them.

This was just too much. I screamed into my gag, thrashing wildly on the bed, but all I accomplished was to make my breasts even more sore. Finally, I managed to flop onto my back, and panting catch my breath.

What the fuck was going on? Where was I? I looked around the bed room for clues. The window blinds were drawn, and the door was close, I looked over at the nights stand, saw photos in frames, and my heart sank.

The photos were of my gross boss Mr. Smith, and his big fat ex-wife. So Mr. Smith had me.

I guess he’d gotten tired of me being such a stuck up little tease. I’d swung my cute hips past him one too many times, and the old creep had snapped. He probably imagined me as some sort of underwear clad, Asian, sex doll. The though made my heart race with fear, and a deep shame-full arousal.

Suddenly my terror at being kidnapped was eclipsed, by a new horror, my pussy was getting really wet. I didn’t know what was happening to me, I was scared, I wanted to go home, and I was really turned on. What was happening to me? I was being held captive, I shouldn’t be horny?

Then I heard foot steps and saw the door knob turning, and I knew it was my evil boss coming to do bad things to me. As the door opened I though about how I’d gotten myself into this mess.

All my little outfits, and flirting had gotten me into some real trouble now. Mr. Smith had every reason to resent me, and now that I had me in his grasp he would surly rape me, if not worse. I was going to pay the ultimate price for being a tease, I might never be free again. I had gotten my cute Asian ass kidnapped… and it was all my fault.

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